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Tessa could not restrain herself from laughing at the alleged notion of settling down, but she held out a hand in front of her as if to indicate half a point.
"He's a pirate, Miguel. I'm an adventurer." She flipped out the other hand, "Settling down? I don't see that happening, no matter where fate finds us. That may have factored into it."
Still she looked out in the direction they were headed, and as she pondered the time of the wedding a thought struck her mind nearly as hard as the railing behind her head when she jerked it back in realization.
"Ouch..." she rubbed the spot of impact, "I suspect it will be sometime in the forseeable future of us hitting land."

Tessa shook her head and got to her feet, nearly kicking off from the railing as she gave a passive wave of farewell to Porter as she went to rejoin Jack. She stood hardly half a pace from him, leaning on her arm which itself held propped against her hip, offering the Half-Elf a rather showy appearance.
"Well, that seemed a success," she remarked, "at least tell me he's not always that shy?"

Tessa scoffed at Jack's choice of words and playfully pushed herself from his grip with an equally playful inquisition in her face.
"Frightening, am I? And yet I never seem to be able to pull it off on... anyone, really. Least of all you, however hard I try."
She laughed again and all but fell into his arms, taking a moment to trace a finger down the side of his face.
"So, what's the plan for landfall, Jack?"

Tessa laughed and contented herself with letting her head rest on the man's shoulder with an easy smile.
"Funny," she said quietly, "I remember much the same. Perhaps I should follow through next time..."
It was a vague attempt at proving a point she wasn't too fond of, but at the same time it humored herself at least. For a moment she held where she was, but she quickly and curiously brought a hand to the pouch at her side and, upon looking in, sealed it immediately after. Her smile held all the same.
"What if I desired to find a chapel and put this engagement of yours behind us?"

Tessa leaned her head away and cast a strange look at Jack's eye.
"And I suppose you could ever see yourself in attire even as formal by comparison as my own?" She asked half-sarcastically, "Face it Jack; formalities get in the way, and I have a suspicion it would offend our... presider, if you must... for us to even wear anything demonstrating the lack of who we truly are. That is, if I'm guessing the who rightly as one Lady Mystriel Silverlight?"

"Is that so?" Tessa again leaned back slightly, "I'll tell you what, beloved. I'll get you a hat and no less than three jackets once we reach my homeland and take a few days away from the ship."
She reached behind her and pried herself away from Jack's embrace for long enough to indicate the sea surrounding them. Her expression lowered only slightly.
"What can I say? It is my home after all. It's what, three months away from here in any case and I'm one of your 'land-lover' types anyway. I'd at least point out the fields of Tethys are much better landscape than the desert, so at least we can have that much."
She thought for a few moments, and realized it would more than likely be difficult to portray any more motivation without it seeming overly intended, but she held one final trick for just such an occasion.
"Besides, it's a lot harder to be security in two people's lonesome with the limited space of a ship holding us near to everyone else, aye?"

Tessa took a small step back and looked over to Calypso with a contemplative expression that betrayed her near-confusion in her own inward meddling. Several seconds later she blinked in near-surprise and nodded.
"I wouldn't want to leave Jack, of course," she explained, "but at the same time I have doubts that Jack would want to leave the Duchess. Perhaps once the ceremonies are done and we're securely docked?"
She looked back to Jack, in the realization that it was his ship after all, and in every way she granted that he knew more of what limitations would be presented by such an event as the captain being away from the crew for any period of time.
"That... would be alright, I hope?"